Page 110 of Secrets in Love
Nate was relaxed and carefree, and I was too. It was hard not to be with that level of sex-induced endorphins swimming through our veins.
And it wasn’t just that. As much as we were enjoying having fun together, like so many other backpacking couples we met on our trip, we felt safe and secure in the knowledge that we were going home together. We even talked about marriage, and for once, I didn’t break out in hives, panic-chuck, or run. I’d simply said that yes, that’s what I wanted too.
Dildo was the last place on our tour, and Nate had promised I wouldn’t be able to walk out of the place.
As Nate kissed me and kicked the door of our room open, his phone started ringing in his pocket. “Ignore it. Ignore it. I need to be railed, and I need it now.”
“God, you’re awesome.” The meddlesome ringing stopped but started again just as Nate’s pants hit the floor and my legs wrapped around his waist. “I better check it, Gidge. Just in case something’s wrong at the farm.”
“If that’s Finn, and he’s not half dead, I’m gonna kill him.”
Nate lunged for the phone on the floor. “Your threats of violence make me so fucking hard.”
A loud groan echoed through the room. “Wow, guys. I really didn’t need to hear that.”
Tears poured down Nate’s cheeks. “Shit. Finny. Sorry, mate. I must have put it on speaker.”
“You don’t sound sorry. Also, don’t ever call me mate again. Now tell me where the spare key to the back shed is. The guy’s here to fix the quad bike, and I can’t find it. And before Evie asks, yes, I called Barry, and he couldn’t remember.”
“It should be on the same keyring as the shearing shed. It’s a really old, brass-looking one, looks almost rusty.” Key-jangling sounds could be heard and then a triumphant, “Ah-ha!”
“Got it?” Nate asked, dropping the phone on the bed, and pulling his shirt over his head from the back the way all hot guys seemed to do.
“Got it. Thank you, and let’s never speak of this aga—”
“Yep, gotta go do your sister now, dude. Later.”
I could hear Finn whining before the phone became muffled by my ass. “God, I thought he was never going to shut up.” I pulled Nate on top of me, then flipped him onto his back. I straddled his chest, then leaned back and gave his thigh a good smack. “I’m going to ride your face now, and you’re going to eat me out till I scream this place down.”
“Yes, yes, Miss Evie.”
“Good boy.”
Before sliding into position, I slipped the straps of my bralette over my shoulders. It was Nate’s favorite by an Aussie designer, Viktoria & Woods. It was soft, subtly orange, which I loved, but frilly and so sheer Nate could see my nipples from the other side of the room. Luckily for both of us, he was beneath me, and distance wasn’t an issue. I left it, preferring that he pull it down over my breasts with his teeth.
“Ooh, that’s a bit rough, Natey,” I said with another slap to his thigh. “You don’t want to rip our favorite. Slow down. We have all day.”
“You might have all day, but if I don’t get that wet little pussy on my tongue in twenty seconds, I’m gonna blow myself down prematurely.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. The way this boy made me melt with his filthy mouth would never get old. I slid forward, leaving a trail of moisture on Nate’s chest, rejoicing in the feel of his stubble caressing my tender flesh before finally setting myself down on his parted, waiting lips.
One stroke of his tongue had me crying his name and laughing breathlessly at how easily this man could bring me undone. I stroked my fingers up Nate’s cheek, feeling the thin layer of sweat already building, before grabbing hold on either side of his ears and rocking, riding his face. Nate teased my clit, side to side, back and forth, then dragged his tongue lower to my pussy and fucking inside me. I lifted up a little to give him greater access, almost collapsing back down when he hitthatspot. I rose, grinding away, relishing the feel of his grip on my ass, of his fingers digging into my flesh.
His speed increased, and it felt incredible, but I needed him back on my slit, so I dropped my ass and rolled my hips back. His tongue swept forward, and bam!
“Oh, Nate. I’m gonna come.”
“Evie, my God. Yes, baby. You taste so sweet. Come like my fucking queen.”
He tickled with the tip of his tongue fast then slow, bringing me to the edge, then pulling me back till I could take no more. Nate continued to moan beneath me. I let go of his hair, ran my hands over my breasts, up my neck, and into my hair, tugging and pulling, and I rocked and rocked. I was a complete wreck, my thighs shaking, gripping tighter and tighter as my pussy did the same. One hand drifted back down to my breast, squeezed, and pulled at my nipple, then traveled to his throat. I could feel his pulse pounding away, increasing as I squeezed tighter and tighter. I looked down, and my eyes met Nate’s as he shook his head frantically from side to side, tormenting my clit, and I throttled him.
“I love you, Nate. You’re mine. I love you. I’m coming!” I screamed so loud the entire population of Dildo would have heard me, but I was sure it was nothing new. Nate kept licking, and I kept coming in waves that rolled through my whole body. I slowly began to come down, and before I could think, Nate had his hands on my waist and was lifting me off, flipping me onto my elbows and knees, and pulling my ass up into the air.
“Please tell me you don’t need more time, because I have to fuck you right now.”
I looked over my shoulder and nodded. “Please.”
Nate smiled. Licking his lips, he inserted two fingers deep inside me and tickled my tight, puckered hole with his thumb. My arms gave way, and my face hit the mattress. I remained looking over my shoulder as Nate withdrew his fingers, displaying my wetness, then licking it off.
